TheAxeman
Well-known member
Doom to moronic boys with day-glo bikes...
Date: 2003-06-27, 10:56AM EDT
"Look twice, motorcycles are EVERYWHERE" wax the bumperstickers...
My missed connection is with back tires of the dipwads with 150 mph dinky bits of manhood who plow their meagre sandwich-shop-trash-collection-take-home pay into absurd two-wheeled testaments to stupidity. A two foot opening in traffic is an invitation to swerve suddenly and drop the hammer? A traffic jam is tailor made for riding up the center line, every once in awhile bumping a mirror? And you have the nerve to give ME the finger?
I'm dying to reach out when a pack of you lobotomized testosterone tubes is passing me and dole out the biggest wedgies of your young, misspent lives. It'd be so easy; your sorry ***** are always flopping out as you hunch over those crotch rockets, trying to connect every fibre of your meatloafy angry boy bodies with your financed-to-the-hilt-self-esteeem replacements.
Aggh, I hate you all with a passion normally reserved for crows that crap on your newly washed car and those Russians who club baby seals.
I pray you all meet up one day for a gang race on I-93., ratchet those day-glo cycles up to 200mph, hit a rock, fly off the Tobin bridge, hit one of those LNG natural gas tankers on the way down and burst into a 2 megaton celebration of the end of your miserably insignificant contributions to our planetoid.
Sweet.
P.S. You Harley Davidson jarheads I'm saving for another day. OOh, a crappy mis-timed engine makes me feel so bold, so bad, and so rebellious... You're just brainless sheep in laughably moronic leather. You revel in my hate of you but I laugh at your tax returns.
Date: 2003-06-27, 10:56AM EDT
"Look twice, motorcycles are EVERYWHERE" wax the bumperstickers...
My missed connection is with back tires of the dipwads with 150 mph dinky bits of manhood who plow their meagre sandwich-shop-trash-collection-take-home pay into absurd two-wheeled testaments to stupidity. A two foot opening in traffic is an invitation to swerve suddenly and drop the hammer? A traffic jam is tailor made for riding up the center line, every once in awhile bumping a mirror? And you have the nerve to give ME the finger?
I'm dying to reach out when a pack of you lobotomized testosterone tubes is passing me and dole out the biggest wedgies of your young, misspent lives. It'd be so easy; your sorry ***** are always flopping out as you hunch over those crotch rockets, trying to connect every fibre of your meatloafy angry boy bodies with your financed-to-the-hilt-self-esteeem replacements.
Aggh, I hate you all with a passion normally reserved for crows that crap on your newly washed car and those Russians who club baby seals.
I pray you all meet up one day for a gang race on I-93., ratchet those day-glo cycles up to 200mph, hit a rock, fly off the Tobin bridge, hit one of those LNG natural gas tankers on the way down and burst into a 2 megaton celebration of the end of your miserably insignificant contributions to our planetoid.
Sweet.
P.S. You Harley Davidson jarheads I'm saving for another day. OOh, a crappy mis-timed engine makes me feel so bold, so bad, and so rebellious... You're just brainless sheep in laughably moronic leather. You revel in my hate of you but I laugh at your tax returns.